I'm grinning. Grinning as I stroll into the bar, grinning as I order a drink, grinning as I scan the room. Smile wide and you always look friendly, and tonight I want somebody to talk with. Somebody to converse with, that sort of stuff, share stories. Perhaps tell a white lie or two about how I just came home from Iraq. Might explain the scars on my face and neck. A girl, perhaps just able to drink, walks up to the bar after entering. She's very sad looking. Awww.

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